When I was young back on the farm I could hardly wait
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Till Sunday came and my true love would meet me by the gate
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And we'd go roamin' through the countryside walkin' in the clover
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Making love and playing games to warm winds of summer
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Roamin' through the countryside walkin' in the clover
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Making love and playing games to warm winds of summer
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We'd stop and pick the daffodills when we talked awhile
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And when I asked her for a kiss she'd look at me and smiled
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And we'd go roamin'...
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When the sun was sinking low we'd leave the fields behind
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To think about another day for it was summer time
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And we'd go roamin'...
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Those carefree days have come and gone and now she is my bride
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And every Suday afternoon I take her by my side
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And we go roamin'...
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Roamin' Through The Countryside
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Eddy Arnold |